"Jenson!"

Whitney's lioness roar could be heard throughout the student dormitory.

"Come out, you evil b*stard."

Jenson was sitting quietly by the bay window of the standard dormitory room. Placed in front of him was a wooden easel with a newly painted portrait on it.

Jenson stared at the gentle and beautiful woman in the portrait with misty eyes.

Whitney broke in, placed her hands on her hips, and stomped over to Jenson. "You've done a really terrible thing, you little b*stard."

Jenson raised his eyelids to look at her. In the ray of the sun, Whitney noticed how abnormally bright his beautiful and charming eyes looked.

"Are you crying, Jens?" Whitney asked nervously.

In her memory, this little boy was always so stubborn and unyielding. From the day he enrolled in the academy, he had never shown weakness regardless of the difficulties he encountered. Whitney shifted her gaze to the portrait, and when she saw the gentle, beautiful woman in the portrait,

Whitney was so surprised that she stared at it in a daze.

"She's so beautiful. Who is she, Jens?"

"Mommy," Jenson replied.

Whitney froze...

a smile came from

but when he omitted the grammatical modifier and introduced his mommy like

indulged in her fantasies, she was so

her, the sadness in his eyes diminishing a

are you

she was here to settle accounts with this little

for the

her

to tell if he meant it or if he was

instructor said that I can only leave the academy

really

be it," Jenson

cried out, "I'll be an old woman at 30. Your kids would

Jenson,

"So why did you trick me into enrolling in

you trick me like that,

fury turned into

"Sob, sob, sob..."

his voice sounded a little hoarse,

use of saying

I must get back to my mommy as soon as

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